The Warmth of Home

Home. Home is where I can be myself. The smell of my moms fresh baked cakes. With love flying in the air. Hugs and kisses when we go to sleep snuggled up in blankets together. Home is where you don’t have to know it all. You can make mistakes, have hard days and most of all feel your feelings. You feel safe, loved, comfortable and calm. Home. Where I have grown up. I see the sun shining its light around the street. A rainbow showing all the colours of emotions in the sky, that is just right to express how I feel. The snowflakes fall on my icy fingers with their creative design. Which reminds me of the mountains where I learned to ski. I see the butterflies soar through the sky, just like hope running through the air, over the garden where I planted flowers as a young child. I see the flowers start to blossom into their unique form. This is where I feel safe. Home. The city I know. The place I’ve lived in all of my life. Hearing the sweet laughter fill up the air. Seeing my family happy and safe. When people are down they pick them right back up. Willing to do everything for you. This is where I feel loved. Home. The place where I can collapse on my couch. The warm and fluffy blankets around me. I see the toasty fireplace. It reminds me of my time at camp roasting marshmallows with my friends nearby. My family is nearby now. That is where I feel the most comfortable. Home. Home isn't where your house is - it is where your family is. So that is my warmth of home!